(set: $choice to "not_set")
(set: $socialCaste to "not_set")
(set: $relationshipTessa to "not_set")
(set: $relationshipVince to "not_set")
(set: $sex to "not_set")
(set: $name to "not_set")
You are formless. You drift through the deep sea of thoughts. You are in a realm of proto-thoughts. They rise out of the pure conscious field that permeates all there is. They’re newborn thoughts. In a realm ancient and immeasurable by time, countless eons will pass before these young thought forms mature and reach the conscious minds of living beings.
[[One of them comes near->Choose Royalty]]You...or at least the essence of you - that pure spark of perception. That "you" which is a flicker of consciousness in the void. You embrace this newborn, "yet to be" thought. You are beginning a journey to form a human mind. In time you will call this thought your own. When it matures it will be your very first thought.
It lurches upwards and pulls you with it while you stretch your consciousness around it like a cocoon. You begin to form a mind from the cosmic symbiosis of thought and self. You voyage through the deep [[leaving the realm of proto-thoughts->matrix of thoughts]] behind.(set: $choice = "serf")
High above proto-thoughts leave this realm destined to blossom in living organic minds. You float among the listless masses of newly created thoughts that rise up from the conscious source of all. Like a single bubble is a sea full of foam one of these newly created thought forms wanders into the focus of your perception. You can feel it destined for the mind of a human being **born a serf who's lineage toiled on the land.**
[[Pursue this stray proto-thought->follow this thought]] or [[drift ever longer->Choose Slave]] in the sea of newborn thoughts.From all directions you experience the limitlessness of mankind's thoughts. You can feel the joyful and jubilent thoughts of men realizing their fortunes. Anger dances across your perception as livid nobles think of titles slipping from their grasps and enciting sweet delight in their enemies that vie for power. You witness the thoughts of serfs as they toil on the land and survive with their families. You encounter the thoughts of slaves while they work and are punished. You sense the thoughts of children as they play and cry.
[[Continue along your journey->realm of human actions]] to fully devlop a human mind.Rising upwards into the realm of human actions you witness a man expressing love to his wife. Lurching backward now you witness a dark soul poisoning the dinner of her adversary. You witness a mother giving kisses to her newborn baby.
You continue to send the tendrils of your consciousness around that once stray proto-thought. Your mind is forming a hard shell now. You are no longer aware of mankind's collective thoughts and actions. You have lost your omnipotence. Now you are a single self destined for a body to call home. The time when you entered union with a proto-thought and began developing your mind was eons ago and you forget the deep sea. The vast sea of all thoughts and actions that ever have and ever will be experienced by all living beings. Slowly you forget it ever existed...
[[Continue->born]]The proto-thought you merged with long ago is now mature and expresses itself for the very first time. The thought is not a word but a concept. “Warmth!” You feel warm and safe. This is your home now. Now that you’re aware of your body this place is the only home you have ever known. Memories of the deep sea no longer belong to you. You forget.
One day you hear a cacophony of noise and you see light! Cold air suddenly blows across your skin. You are shocked! Cold air! This moment is the first time you experienced discomfort. You gasp and in a fit of emotion you hear yourself cry. You are born...
(if: $socialCaste is "royalty")[ [[Breathe your first breaths.->royalty child 1]] ]
(if: $socialCaste is "serf")[ [[Fill your lungs with your first breaths.->serf child 1]] ]
(if: $socialCaste is "slave")[ [[Fill your lungs with your first breaths.->slave child 1]] ](if: $choice is "royalty") [(set: $socialCaste to "royalty")]
(if: $choice is "serf") [(set: $socialCaste to "serf")]
(if: $choice is "slave") [(set: $socialCaste to "slave")]
You enter a vast matrix of all the thoughts of all living beings in all times. You witness the thoughts of a father holding his newborn child. You become aware of innocence lost when you experience the painful thoughts of a young boy struck by the cane of a “should have been” protector. You witness the thoughts of a blushing bride on her wedding day the moment she says, "I do..."
You [[explore this matrix]] of thoughts or [[continue along your journey->realm of human actions]] to fully devlop a human mind.(set: $choice to "slave")
Time does not flow normally here. Perhaps eons pass or just a few moments. Another lonely proto thought drifts by you. You feel a magnetic-like pull on it. Its destined for the mind of a **slave who's lineage has survived brutal conditions.**
You choose to[[pursue this thought form->follow this thought]] or [[continue to drift->Choose Royalty]](set: $choice = "royalty")
You feel an attraction to one of these proto-thoughts. You focus your attention on it. You can feel it being pulled to a specific mind. It will mature and express a human thought in one who is **born of high royalty.**
Do you [[follow this thought]] or [[drift for a while->Choose Serf]] in the limitless sea of proto-thoughts?You fill your lungs with fresh air and feel air rush in for the first time. Everything around you seems to be a blur as sounds mix and morph together. Amidst a muffled and distorted soundscape you can make out your mother’s voice. You instinctively recognize her smile and eyes. You hear a lower rumble, this must be your father’s voice. You know not what the world holds for you but in this moment you feel comforted by the presence of your new parents and protected by a warm blanket wrapped around you.
(link: "You are a baby boy and your parents name you Oren.")[
(set: $sex to "male")
(set: $name to Oren)
(go-to: "royalty child 2")]
(link:"You are a baby girl and your parents name you Serena.")[
(set: $sex to "female")
(set: $name to Serena)
(go-to:"royalty child 2")]Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.You smile and wrap your arms around the doll. Tessa smiles too and pats your stomach. "Thats a good sister. These are mine and that is yours." She bends over the lavish crib and kisses you on the cheek. "Bye Serena."
(colour: green + grey)[**Your sister begins to warm to you**]
(set: $relationshipTessa to "amicable")
Tessa leaves your side and sits at a walnut wood table across the room where your brother Vince finishes eating a stew from a silver bowl.
Het gets up from the table and [[walks over towards your crib->Vince]]You reach out and grab the pearl necklace. "No! That's mine!" Tessa squeals as she yanks back on the necklace. The cord snaps sending countless pearls scattering across the stone floor. She fumes, "You broke my necklace!" She sobs for a moment then shows you her comb, "Mine! Then the jade pendant, "Mine too!" She points to the doll and wipes her eyes, "That is yours now and you dont come near any of my things!"
(colour: red + grey)[**Your sister is crossed with you**]
(set: $relationshipTessa to "unfriendly")
She runs out of the room in a fit of emotion.
Across the room is your brother Vince. He's about eight years old and sits at a walnut table finishing his lunch from a silver bowl.
[[He walks towards you->Vince]]As time moves forward you slowly learn to distinguish shapes and objects. You learn to tease out one sound from another. You become aware and can seperate your tastes, smells, and sensations. You learn to recognize the different clothes, the scent of candles and incense, the tastes and smells of foods, as well as those who share your home.
You become familiar with the sounds that identify your parents by name. Celeste and Tomarek. You lie in a tiny bed made of oak, atop a silk sheet and bed of feathers.
[[You become familiar with your sister Tessa and brother Vince.]]You try to hold the sword with your newborn hands. Clumsily you bring it to your mouth and bite it with your gums smiling at your brother Vince.
(colour:green+grey)[**Your brother begins to warm to you**]
(set: $relationshipVince to "amicable")
As vince leaves your side [[Tessa walks over from the table to meet you.->Tessa]]You giggle as Vince leans over your tiny body smiling. Quickly and with suprising force your leg jerks upwards and strikes Vince in the chin. His tooth gouges his lip and causes him to bleed. "Owww!" He yelps. "You little brat. Maybe I won't protect you afterall and just let a power hungry noble gobble up your little county." He wipes the blood from his lip and trys not to show any tears as he leaves the room.
(colour: red + grey)[**The relationship with your brother Vince seems to be off to a rocky start**]
(set:$relationshipVince to "unfriendly")
[[Tessa gets up from the table and walks over to your crib->Tessa]](if: $relationshipTessa is "unfriendly")[Vince laughs and leans over your crib. "Hey little sis why don't you go easy on Tessa, huh? I hope I don't have too little bratty sisters running around screaming at each other soon." He picks up the doll and places it in front of his face wiggling it around, "Be nice to your sister or dragons and evil fairys will come to your room and take you and snatch you from your crib." He speaks in a comedic silly voice. You let out a few baby giggles.]
(if: $relationshipTessa is "amicable")[Vince leans over your crib and pats you on the head. "I'm glad you and sis are getting along and I don't have to worry about two little brats screaming at each other all the time" He thinks for a moment.]
"You know one day I will be the Duke of Molina and hold the county of Stralia? That is unless mom and dad have another boy like me." Mom and dad have to make sure the two of you are married to another noble. Its my job to make sure whoever you marry is nice to both of you. Hopefully you and Tessa will marry a duke like dad. Then I will have two royal alliances. Dad says whoever you and Tessa marry become my allies and we have to defend each other. But that means I also need to make sure you and Tessa are well taken care of too." He sighs for a moment. "Thats what dad says I need to do anyways."
[[You drift off to sleep in your crib->Festival of the Crows 1]](if: $relationshipVince is "unfriendly")["Woah little brother! I think you almost made Vince cry."]
(if: $relationshipVince is "amicable")["Hiya little brother! It looks like you and Vince are getting along." I was worried I might be stuck between two brothers fighting all the time. Thats what Sarah has to put up with, pfft."]
Tessa drifts off in thought for a moment as she combs her long hair. "You know Oren one day mom and dad are going to arrange a marriage between me and another noble like dad. I hope he's nice to me though. You know I've heard stories of noble wives winding up in their husband's dungeons. You promise me that you and Vince will make sure that doesn't happen to me, okay?" She kisses you on the head.
[[You drift off to sleep in your crib->Festival of the Crows 1]]You sleep like most babies do and you awake crying just as most do too.(if: $sex is "female")[Tessa stands above you combing her hair. She is about six years old. She smiles and touches your chest. The tickling sensation causes you to cooh. "Serena, this is my brush you hear?" I have a pearl necklace that is mine too." She shows it to you dangling it above your head, "...and this jade pendant. Its mine too! But you can have this." She hands you a coarse plush doll stuffed with wool and tucks it under your arm. "You like that? You understand me sister? These are mine and that is yours."
Do you [[cuddle your new doll->cuddle doll]] or reach out and [[grab the pearl necklace->grab necklace]]?]
(if: $sex is "male")[Your brother Vince, about eight years old, stands up from a table across the room, where he and Tessa were eating a lunch of meat and cabbage stew from ornate silver bowls. He walks up to your crib and wiggles his finger across your chest causing you to cooh. "Hi Oren. I'm your brother Vince. Dad is the Duke of Molina." Vince sticks out his chest and stands proudly. "...and that means one day I will be the Duke of Molina. They will announce me as Duke Vince Darrengard of Molina wherever I go." He smiles and leans forward patting your head. "...but don't worry you get to be a count and will inherit Stralia. Wherever you go they will call you Count Oren Darrengard of Stralia and after dads gone one day it will be up to me to protect you" He leans over you and tucks a small wood sword under your arm.
Do you smile and try to [[hold your new sword->hold sword]] or [[kick your brother Vince in the chin->kick vince]]?]